Felix had moved the same drawing three times when Lyra put her finger on its corner.
“Is it dangerous?”
“No.”
“Does it contain somebody else’s private work?”
“Only the part we’ve already agreed to publish.”
“Then why is it in the unfinished pile?”
He looked at the little curved return guide. He had drawn it himself after an extremely unpleasant afternoon under a bench.
“I’m considering whether it needs a better explanation.”
